The Supreme One

He took a step forward with slightly trembling legs. Even though he knew he would not be harmed in this library, his body still trembled instinctively when facing the absolute power suppressor.

What's more, this person is a powder keg that could be ignited at any time, and Xia Xian is also worried that he will be beaten for saying something wrong.

"This senior should have vented his anger on Brother Fang Ming just now, right? He should not have enough gunpowder, right?"

Xia Xian secretly cheered himself up in his heart and finally successfully stepped onto the platform.

One foot, two feet, Xia Xian tentatively stood on the platform, but did not elicit any reaction from the senior.

In that case, Xia Xian felt a little relieved, then stepped forward again and came to the pile of books.

There was still no movement from the man in front, he just squatted there in autism.

In this case, Xia Xian naturally would not take the initiative to disturb or provoke others. He just obediently and carefully picked up the book that he had not finished reading.

Looking again, the senior still had no reaction, so Xia Xian completely relaxed. He carefully sat aside with the book in his hand, then opened the book and continued reading.

Now that his life is guaranteed, nothing can stop him from reading!

As soon as Xia Xianyi started reading, he was quickly immersed in it, reading one book after another.

Before he knew it, Xia Xian had finished reading the last book on the platform and walked from one side of the platform to the other.

At this time, the books on the platform have been neatly arranged into piles, not thrown together randomly like garbage like at the beginning.

However, this arrangement was just a simple and casual arrangement while reading, and it is still a long way from being perfect.

As usual, Xia Xian recalled and summarized the knowledge he had gained on this platform in his mind, while at the same time using his consciousness to reorganize these books according to the previous pattern.

As he was sorting, after half of the books had been put back in place, a figure that had been buried in the pile of books suddenly appeared in Xia Xian's eyes.

At this moment, Xia Xian immediately came to his senses and all his consciousness returned to reality.

Looking at the woman in front of him who was still curled up on the ground, Xia Xian couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"We are being careless. If we tear down the walls around her like this, will she explode?"

Not only her, but also the owner of the library, whom Xia Xianyang relied on, was at the top of the library, always paying attention to the situation here.

Of course, even if Xia Xian was not around, he would still look after this troublesome disciple of his for a while after she made a noise, but he would not be as attentive as Xia Xian was at this time.

Although Xia Xian had never met him except for the first time, he was aware of everything Xia Xian did in the library.

Because of this, he unknowingly began to admire Xia Xian very much.

This little guy really likes reading and is good at reading!

He finally met someone who shared the same hobbies with him, and he was somewhat interested in her, but he was still hesitant.

Now that his hot-tempered disciple was beside Xia Xian, he was a little worried that Xia Xian would be beaten by her.

Both of them, with the same anxiety and expectation, hoped that she would be quieter.

After a while, Xia Xian suppressed his anxiety and looked at the woman carefully. He found that she was indeed still in a completely autistic state and probably didn't pay much attention to her surroundings.

At this moment, she is probably still immersed in her own mind, and I don’t know what she is thinking about.

Of course Xia Xian was certain that she was obviously not as often immersed in her mind studying and thinking as himself. Instead, she was blocked by some of her own emotions.

In this situation, and since the girl was not close to Xia Xian, Xia Xian naturally had no intention of counseling her. Moreover, a person with such great emotional fluctuations would easily go to the next extreme if he was counseled for a while, so there was no need to do so.

So after making sure there was no danger, Xia Xian simply re-planned the organization of these books.

Originally, he arranged the books in a square shape, just like the bookshelves in most libraries.

But now that this lady was using the pile of books as a barrier, Xia Xian naturally couldn't tear it down.

Then just make a circular arrangement with her as the center.

After Xia Xian rearranged the books on the platform in his mind, he immediately began to put them back in place one by one.

With his full commitment, he used all his fighting skills and shuttled back and forth on the platform like a phantom.

Soon, Xia Xian successfully organized the books on this platform.

Finally, standing on the edge of the platform, I looked at the pile of books in front of me, which looked like a huge circle. Although there was a gap in the middle for walking, it just happened to completely block the figure in the middle.

In this way, the books on this platform have been sorted out.

Xia Xian looked at the time in his mind and realized that it would be time to go home soon.

Look at the next platform you need to see, it is not far below.

Xia Xian didn't want to waste time, so he naturally chose to continue reading.

He took a step forward and walked up the stairs leading downwards.

Above his head, the museum owner was relieved to see Xia Xian finally leave safely. However, looking at the slightly trembling little figure in the middle, he felt a little heartbroken, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly.

Xia Xian walked and almost stepped on the stairs, but the voice coming from his ears finally held him back and prevented him from taking another step.

"What does it have to do with me? There are so many people crying in the world!"

"But you've seen it all, and you're crying so sadly, I can't just ignore it!"

Xia Xian listened to the faint crying sound coming from his ears, and finally stopped helplessly, turned around, and walked towards his frightened figure.

At the same time, he put his hands together, and bowed towards the top of his head with a sincere expression.

He knew that the owner of the museum must be watching, so for the sake of his life, he decided to say hello first.

The closer I got, the clearer I could hear the faint sobbing.

Coming to the last wall of books, Xia Xian took a deep breath and then let out a long sigh.

I simply said through the wall of books, without seeing each other: "Sister, there is no hurdle in life that cannot be overcome, and crying and running away will not solve any problems."

Xia Xian didn't know what kind of predicament she was facing, but he knew for sure that it had nothing to do with big brother Fang Ming.

In addition, it may have a lot to do with blood fusion.

So Xia Xian simply spoke, without talking about specific things, and just poured out chicken soup for the audience, little by little, layer by layer.

In this world without chicken soup literature, it seems to make a lot of sense when used for the first time.

Even the museum owner above him, after listening to Xia Xian's words, gradually let go of the worry in his heart.

The tension in my heart at that moment seemed to gradually relax, and the knots in my heart became loosened.

The purpose of the great principles is to deal with people who are reasonable.

As a disciple of the library owner, I also like to read some books and listen to some truths.

As I listened, the crying sound gradually stopped and the breathing seemed to become slower and calmer.

"So, in life, we always have to face various difficulties and challenges, but isn't it because of this that we become stronger and stronger?"

Xia Xian was talking until his mouth was dry. One point of his consciousness controlled the opening and closing of his lips, while ninety-nine points of his consciousness were frantically flipping through those long-forgotten memories in his mind and thinking about them.

Finally, the people inside seemed to be persuaded, and faint murmurs could be heard.

Xia Xian immediately stopped what he was preparing to say and listened with all his might to the sound that was not even as loud as a mosquito flying.

"But I can't seem to get out."

"Being unable to get out is only temporary. We must believe that the power within human beings is infinite!"

Xia Xian started thinking immediately. It would be a bad idea to refute directly. What if he was blocked back?

So Xia Xian simply guided her and told her the story slowly, bit by bit.

The two of them were like two close friends, slowly telling each other what was in their hearts across the wall of books.

Secrets are reciprocal. If you want someone to open up and talk to you, then you have to open up and talk to her. Only then will she feel safe enough to tell you more and deeper information.

Of course, how many layers Xia Xian divided his heart into is another matter.

As the two chatted, Xia Xian also learned her name and some information.

Liu Qingmei, Liu family.

It is obvious that in Heliu City, people with the surname Liu are not ordinary people.

Like the library owner Baimulin, they are all descendants of the city lord Senhe Liu.

Xia Xian had learned about the library owner from many sources, such as the Sheng family, the Gou family, and from reading books, so he had a general idea of ​​the owner. That was why he dared to take the risk of putting his life in the hands of the owner just now.

The owner of the museum is the son of the principal. Logically, he should have the same surname as the principal, Lin, but in fact, the principal's surname comes from the Sen tribe.

The principal merged the blood of the Sen tribe so he changed his surname to Lin. There are two possibilities for the offspring born from the principal and the city lord.

One of them is the Wood Clan, who are born with the ability to control trees and plants.

The second is that, like the library owner, he still has the blood of an ordinary person, but his blood compatibility with the Sen clan and the Mu clan is extremely high.

Of course, before the bloodline was integrated, his surname could only be the principal's former surname.

So the principal is now called Lin Feiyang, but his previous name was actually Bai Feiyang.

But the owner of the museum, Bai Mulin, still has the surname Bai, and obviously did not choose to directly integrate the blood of the Sen tribe. It was precisely because of this that he angered the principal and their relationship completely broke down.

Of course, after carefully understanding the reasons, Xia Xian naturally stood on the side of the owner. At the same time, he also felt extremely scared for his rash request to the principal.

The owner of the museum is actually not the principal's first child. On the contrary, he is the principal's last child.

The youngest child has always been the most loved by his parents, and the owner of the museum was the same at that time. His high compatibility with the Sen tribe’s bloodline further deepened this love.

The principal's only and mandatory requirement for the children in his family is that the first bloodline should be integrated with the bloodline of their mother, who is the lord of the Sen tribe.

As the child of the city lord, his bloodline compatibility is naturally extremely high, but unfortunately the city lord is too powerful, and the power of his bloodline is also too strong.

A drop of the city lord's blood is so terrible that it can easily kill ordinary people in the city. The gap is unimaginable.

However, if the blood of other weaker members of the Sen tribe is fused, the probability of successful fusion is also extremely high.

But the principal is a person who is not kind to anyone and he always puts the city lord first in everything. Even though the city lord doesn't really care how strong these children are, he still forces these children to merge with the city lord's bloodline.

The result was that the museum owner Bai Mulin had to watch his beloved brothers and sisters explode and die in front of him since he was a child.

Of course there were some who succeeded, but only one out of six succeeded. However, in the eyes of the principal, it was worth it.

However, he forced his most outstanding son to watch the blood fusion operation, but this youngest son, who had extremely high talent and a high probability of being able to fuse the city lord's blood, was extremely resistant to it.

How high is this talent?

Xia Xian found out the truth by asking Sheng Wuya's elders.

Ordinary people, when integrating the blood of a different race, will inevitably feel rejection. Even if the blood is just left there, it will be suppressed by the power in the blood.

Even if he is the city lord's child, it is still not much better for her bloodline.

The gym owner's sister who had successfully merged was actually just not suppressed by the power emitted by the blood.

But the owner of the museum, Baimulin, seemed to be actively cooperating.

The Sheng family had seen that kind of scene before. When Bai Mulin was a child, he saw the blood of one of his brothers for the first time.

The blood was floating in front of him, but it was not the bright red blood of humans. Instead, it was like a dark green gem, emitting a green glow full of vitality.

But even if it is vitality, its level is too high and it still has a suppressive effect on ordinary people.

Ordinary people would be easily crushed under such force!

The owner's brother was better, after all, he was his biological mother's blood, but his breathing was a little heavy under this power.

However, the owner of the museum, Baimulin, did not feel the slightest discomfort. Instead, he felt very comfortable with the power emanating from the blood. Even when Baimulin, who was only one year old, showed some joy, he

The blood seemed to obey his call and slowly flew towards him!

With this level of bloodline compatibility, it can be said that fusing the bloodlines is not difficult at all.

After all, the difficulty of blood fusion lies in adjusting one's own body's resistance and bearing the rejection and suppression of blood power.

But when it comes to the museum owner, there are no problems on both sides, and they can even be automatically integrated.

As the elder Sheng Wuya said at that time, it seemed that it was the first time he smiled after seeing Principal Lin Feiyang merge with the blood of the Sen clan.

This elder from the Sheng family was from the same era as Lin Feiyang and could even be considered a good friend, so the principal invited him to be a guest.